Strolling through the motions Toes grazing the safety rails Songs of devotion From down at the Sails Hotel Oldboys chasing their grails Just as dogs chase their tails
And the stars are just out of reach But the petrochemical factory Glitters like so many precious stones Even through the bay windows Of the quarter acre homes Bathed in the golden glow Everyone is on their own Crumbling boardwalk Cruise ships are beached Tempers are short Pockets are long Wherе did it all go so so so Well, you know
Talk turns to youth In a two team town
When thе child's crying Old friends keep lying to your face Mugs are no longer buying Once touched by heavenly grace Eyes on the horizon Cold feet in the sand Party is dragging on A lonely guest on borrowed land
But one thing a betting man knows But one thing a betting man knows Things can always look up Things can always look up Things always can look up Every once in a while When the signs align When you're charging Feels like birds flying in V Gliding over glassy black peaks Smooth as backstroke Or are you drowning freestyle Every once in a while
Saw you at the eastern beach In the middle of the night You don't know how to act No, you don't know how to act
Saw you at the eastern beach In the middle of the night You don't know how to act When the chips are stackedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
